Bookstores, DNA, and the Internet (All in all, a Not-So-Epic Post #2)

Among the many odd things I like to do, reading in bookstores is one of my favorites.

Last night, after eating for the first time in a vegetarian restaurant, I went to the most famous independent bookstore in town, possibly state or even the country. After fooling around in the gadget section (I love geeky gadgets, don't you?) and drooling at the notebook section for a while (I don't know why... They are ridiculously expensive and what need do I have for a leather-bound journal anyway?), my friend modestly stated that if it were up to her, she would go to the second floor and read the ninth installment of the most marv and fabby series ever written. At which point we proceeded to race to the second floor, grab two copies from the shelf, and throw ourselves upon the vair comfortable beanbags amiably provided for this precise purpose.

Unfortunately, the bookstore closed at twenty-three hundred hours, and thus I had to tear myself away from page 196 and place the tome reverently back on the shelf before running downstairs to avoid being locked in for the night (although I wouldn't have minded, the beanbags were comfortable, there was a plentiful supply of books to read, and I had a flashlight in my purse). Come to think of it, wouldn't it be great if bookstores had all-night reading lock-ins every once in a while? I'm sure they'd be popular.

Georgia dear, I'll be back.

Only now I have a whole chapter of fascinating recombinant DNA and gene cloning to read before tomorrow (speaking of which, I went to a pet store the other day to hunt for a birthday present for my darlingest little brother, and they sold GloFish there. It was like a biology geek heaven.)

(I have now discovered linking. Have you noticed? It's fascinating.)